"Uh," he said. "Yes. Actually, there's an old manor on the north side that isn't being used. It's got a few buildings on the property, a main house, and some outbuildings. Would that work?"
Felicity looked at Victor.
He stood three paces ahead, his silver hair catching the late afternoon light, his wings folded neatly but not fully relaxed. His red eyes met hers, and she watched him assess the location, the distance from the wall, the sightlines, the exits. She could practically see the strategy forming behind those crimson irises.
Then he nodded.
"Mm," Felicity said.
It was settled.
